I was born in 1946 in New York City. Shortly after Rod and I married in 1970, we brought two dalmations into our home. We raised them and became involved in the organized dog world, now for about thirty years.
It was a gradual process for me. It started when friends asked me to organize support for a piece of state legislation ostensibly drafted to fight “puppy mills,” the substandard dog breeding kennels that all conscientious dog breeders abhor. I had no previous legislative experience. When I actually read the bill, I found that the language was so broadly drafted that its passage would have prevented even the most responsible people from being able to legally breed a litter. For instance, it required more kennel space for a dog than what was required to house children in day care centers. Over the course of the legislative session, I met several people associated with farming, hunting, and biomedical research, who were likewise engaged in opposing extreme proposals that would affect their avocations and businesses.
They proved to me that the people behind the so-called “puppymill bill” were zealots who espoused a philosophy opposed to all uses of animals, no matter how responsible, how humane, or how critically important. They also showed me that we were fighting exactly the same people.